Wheeling Gull Isle i got a prayer that'll make you theirs now

It was immaculate. Thick, muscular dorsal fins peered atop the water as the sea creatures made their journey just below the surface. The summer sunset allowed a warm glow to wash over the landscape, giving a most picturesque view from where Droman stood atop a nearby drop. With a sigh, he took a step forward, as if to join them on their journey, but the instincts of the flesh pulled him back before his fatal release.

As they moved further down the coast, so Droman followed, determined to chase after and watch for as long as he could. Every now and then, he would tease the ocean with a step, ever-tempted to submerse himself in the waves.